The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-09-13
DOC REYNOLDS.
How He Twice Left Golden Sand
Camp.

Golden Sand Camp was enjoying it.
self. Golden Sand Camp was happy.
Why? Because public meeting of
citizens was being held-that event
which always brings to the Western
community such pure and unalloyed
pleasure as is only exceeded by the
circus or the Fourth of July celebra-
ton. and before which the wandering
theater company and the horse-race
must almost own their inferiority.
The meeting was being held in the
hall over the Turf Exchange saloon.
Judge Pott was chairman.
"Mr Cheerman," said Jim Harri-
gan, as he arose from a comfortable
seat on window-sill, I'm glad to see
such a represen'tive body o the citi-
zens o Golden Sand gathered together
1t means business, Mr.. Cheerman.
Thar air abuses here in Golden Sand
which orter be attended to, abuses
which perhaps more eloquent man
than me would say had crept in. but
which L will simply say air here. Wot
do | see in the faces o this ere intelli-
gent aujuance by which / am surround
ed. Mr.. Cheerman? | see determin-
alton that these ere abuses air goin'
TO be sot down on, yes, sir, squashed, |
might sayr'
Mr.. Harrigan resumed his seat on the
window-sill. and when the applause his
remarks had brought forth had died
away, Bill Hauser arose, put one foot
in chair. leaned forward on his knee,
looked at the presiding officer with
great seriousness and said:
'Cheerman! | reckon / amt got
nothin' TO say except to indorse the
remarks NV the distinguished gen'r-
man wot preceded me. Them air my
sentiments, gen'rmen an cheerman,
his idees on this ere question air my
idees."
Again the audience broke into APP
plause and then Lem Upton got up
from his seat on an empty cracker box
and said:
''Mr. Cheerman an Teller citizens:
Unjust indorse the able remarks of the
fluent speakers as recently sot down.
Their remarks were TO the pint as far
as they went, but think 1 will be par
doned fer saying that they should 90 a
little further. To git right down an
waller with the us'ness, as | might
say, wOt air we goin' TO do? We all
know that thar air abuses crept in. as
was so feelin'ly remarked by one gem
'rman, but how'r we goin' to make
'em creep out. that's the question? Ye
may well smile. gen'lmen, how'r we
goin' to make 'em creep out? Or
rather. how'r we goin' to make 'em
git up an hump out? Thar air class
of people in Golden Sand as isn't
needed here. Gamblers. most Nv 'em,
you understand, gen'rmen, most Nv
'em gamblers. Not that L object to
gamblin', as gamblin': I'm very fond
o sport myself; but we don't want so
much o this ere professional business.
They don t help build up community.
A few of 'em air all right. but too
many air bad thing. Every time one
o. US strikes a lead we don't want to
hev to contribute all NV it to some
Ornary gambler with whole pack o.
keerds rammed up his sleevei Not
much! The games amt squar' enough
fer Golden Sand, which, gen linen, is
as squar' camp as thar is in the Black
Hills. Territory o Dakoty! [Great APP
plause.] Of course, We say we can
shoot when games amt squar', and so
we do, but just bout as of'en they
shoot too, an they RECLAIMED apt to
shoot first. Gentlemen, wot with skin
games in the camps and hoss-stealing
around the edges it is time action were
took. / move, Mr.. Chairman, that
committee be app'inted to tend to the
matter"
Il secon' the motionr' called several
voices.
''Gen'rmen," said Judge Pott, as he
stopped his work of whiting the pine
table behind which he sat, I'VE hev
heered the motion; them that air in
favor w it will say yes"
''There was a loud roar of "YesSes."